The safe house was silent.
James stood at the window, watching the rain fall over the city. The bunker beneath the church had been their refuge for three weeks now. Three weeks of planning, analyzing, preparing for the next move.
The message from the New Dawn facility still echoed in his mind. The war is far from over. The Order will rise again.
He turned from the window. His team was scattered around the room, each lost in their own thoughts. Elena was at her laptop, her fingers flying across the keyboard. Serena was cleaning her weapons, her movements precise and methodical. Freya was running diagnostics on her equipment. Olivia was on the phone, coordinating with their contacts.
"We need to move," James said. "We've been here too long."
"We're not ready," Elena replied. "The data f
